Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.